A/N: I really dislike school and RL. Working and homework really killed me lol ;X But anyway, here's the next chapter.
Thank you for all the wonderful reviews!
It finally feels like autumn here in Cali. No more 100 degrees weather, burning cars, and stuffy rooms xD
Warnings: Nothing special. Just your daily dose of nonsense from me :D Short chapter. I warned you.
I'm such a lazy ass…
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.: Saturday, June 3, 1998 :.
Harry smiled when the teen in question tightened his hold on his hand. Draco looked to the side and smiled at his green-eyed boyfriend.
"What is it?"
It was another Hogsmeade weekend, which meant the seventh years had the privilege to go visit the village whenever they pleased. For Harry Potter, today was the day he was supposed to find the perfect birthday present for his boyfriend, Draco Malfoy.
This morning, the green-eyed teen had joked about Draco having two birthdays now in a way – one of his real birth, and the other when he was 'born' again due to the spell. A cheery gleam was apparent in Draco's eyes and had told Harry that he wouldn't mind receiving presents for both of his birthdays.
That earned him a smack from Harry.
So now, three hours later, they were strolling down the streets of Hogsmeade, with Harry dragging Draco to every store window. Draco didn't mind one bit; he was just glad to spend some quality time with Harry.
"Well… Back to what I said this morning…" Harry started; he pulled Draco to the side of the street they were on, stopping at a store that sold clothing. Harry looked through the window and smiled. "What would you like, Draco?" Harry asked, his eyes were lingering on the items at the other side of the glass window and not on his boyfriend.
"You." Draco smiled when his Harry laughed merrily. He loved making Harry happy…
"Be serious, Draco, and you have me already," Harry chided, but was still smiling. "It's my first time getting you a birthday present…" Harry paused and pouted at the blond. "Well… First time since you're back to your rightful age."
Draco chuckled and used his thumb to smooth over Harry's pouting lips.
"It doesn't matter, Harry," Draco answered. "Anything's fine."
Harry scoffed and pulled the blond with him, going away from the store windows.
"You say that now, and when I give you the present, you'll start whining." Harry grinned when Draco scoffed beside him. "I don't think I'm getting you clothes; you have way too much already." Harry then sighed softly and walked closer to his taller boyfriend.
"What's wrong?" Draco could feel something was bothering the green-eyed teen beside him.
"Nothing… It's just… We'll be graduating soon, Draco." Harry turned and smiled sadly at Draco. "Something's… just bothering me, that's all, and I don't really know how or what to do about it."
For the rest of that morning, Harry was subdued and Draco was determined to get answers out of his boyfriend.
"Harry, why don't you get a table for us? I need to stop by a store. I saw something that I want to get," Draco told Harry as they stood right outside the Three Broomsticks.
Harry narrowed his eyes suspiciously, a small frown on his face. "Why can't we go together?"
Draco rolled his eyes and pushed Harry towards the doorway to Three Broomsticks. "I'll be back really quick. I just need to – to get some parchment."
Harry was about to retort, but Draco stopped it with a kiss. The blond smirked when he pulled away; Harry sighed and gave in.
"Alright, fine!" Harry rolled his eyes. "Don't take too long or I might just eat without you."
Draco reached out and cupped Harry's face, leaning in and gave Harry one last kiss before departing.
"You can order for me if you like," Draco murmured as he pulled away. "You know what I want."
Harry chuckled and nodded, green eyes shining with mirth. "The mushroom and cheese soufflé; you practically fell in love with it after you stole a bite from mine when you were four."
"It was good!" Draco retorted indignantly. "I do not understand why you would give a four year old child a large hamburger, one that was almost as big as my face." Draco sniffed and looked down at the still smiling Harry. "Tell them I want more mushroom in my soufflé."
Harry gave his boyfriend a mock salute. "Yes, sir!" He laughed when Draco shoved him playfully.
"Prat," the blond muttered. "I'll be back soon. Fifteen minutes, tops!"
Harry shook his head and flapped his hand at Draco, dismissing him. "Go on." With one last look, Harry walked into Three Broomsticks, the door closing shutting behind him.
Draco sighed and started walking in the direction of his desired shop. He hated lying to Harry, but it was necessary. He did not want his boyfriend to be there when he buy what he had wanted to give Harry, back when he was de-aged.
Oh, yes. He remembered quite clearly about that day… the shiny stone behind the frosted windows. It was a glistening, silvery circular object – an object with Celtic knots – that caught his fancy that day, and now that Draco thought about it, it was a pair. Two of them nestled within a velvet box lined with satin.
That will be my gift to Harry… I want him to be with me, let me make him happy. Hope he understands.
.: Sunday, June 4, 1998 :.
"Hah! Draco!" Pansy cried out, her face red from consuming too much alcohol. "You – you're finally eighteen! You are old!" She raised her glass at the blond and pressed the rim to her lips, throwing her head back and downed the Firewhiskey in one gulp. "Well… almost eighteen. Not eighteen yet, Drakie; you're the baby out of us three."
Blaise rolled his eyes and forcefully snatched the now empty glass from Pansy's grip. The girl glared at him and dropped her head on Blaise's shoulder.
"You're no fun, Blaise…"
"Yeah… You'll thank me in the morning." The Slytherin winced when Pansy smacked him hard on his chest.
Draco chuckled and set his own glass down onto the table. He knew how low Pansy's tolerance was towards Firewhiskey.
"Blaise just doesn't want you to pass out here in Gryffindor territory," Draco told his friend.
Harry, Hermione, and Ron all looked at Draco. Harry smirked at his boyfriend, who was sitting at his left.
"You're here. Does that make you part Gryffindor?" Harry asked slyly.
"I'm as good as," Draco answered, his head held high. "I am dating a Gryffindor, am I not?"
"Drakie… You no Slytherin… You went soft!" Pansy slurred from across the table. "Potter made you all…" Pansy waved her hand around in the air. "… Lovey."
"Pansy, you're drunk," Draco deadpanned, "and never call me Drakie ever again." Draco's lips curled in disgust. "I specifically told you to stop calling me that when I turned six years old."
Pansy giggled and snuggled deeper into the crook of Blaise's neck. "Buh you good with 'Arry… You're happy – hic – happy together."
Harry chuckled at Pansy's comment. "I'm glad you approve of me, Pansy."
"I think she approved of you ever since you agreed to take care of Draco, despite your past with our blond friend," Blaise said, shaking his head when Pansy let out another hiccup.
Pansy merely nodded, too intoxicated to answer properly.
Hermione cleared her throat and folded her napkin. "We know now. You and Pansy treat Draco as your brother…" She looked at Draco. "I'm just glad… glad to know the things before were all for show. I don't think I'd ever stop worrying about Harry otherwise." Hermione raised her glass at Draco. "Happy early birthday, Draco."
Draco smiled at the girl and raised his own glass in thanks. He found Harry's hand and linked their fingers together.
"Thank you for holding this small gathering, Harry."
"Don't worry about it," Harry whispered and leaned close to kiss Draco's cheek.
"Aww… So cute!" Pansy cooed and let out a snort-like laugh. Draco flushed pink and Ron choked on his mouthful of cake.
"Cute?" Ron grimaced and brushed the front of his shirt, getting rid of cake crumbs. "Draco Malfoy, cute? Ugh…"
"Shut up, Weasley," Draco said sharply; he looked over at Pansy and scowled. "And you, Pans, stop saying things like cute and adorable. Remember, I don't do cute."
"Oh, yes you do," Harry chirped and promptly pinched Draco's right cheek.
Harry smiled angelically when his boyfriend snarled at him.
Pansy hummed and took a bottle of Firewhiskey that was within her reach. She brought the whole thing to her lips and took a hearty swig. With a contented sigh, she held the bottle in front of Blaise's chest. Blaise rolled his eyes and took it from her.
"Mm… Can – hic – I ask you something, Po – Harry?"
Harry, who was fending off Draco's tickling fingers, gave his boyfriend's hand a final smack before turning to Pansy.
Pansy smiled almost wolfishly at the green-eyed teen. Harry gulped.
"If you don't mind me asking – hic – who… who tops?" Pansy giggled and covered her mouth, letting out a rather unladylike belch.
The whole room fell silent.
Hermione rubbed her forehead in embarrassment, although she was smiling; Ron choked on his cake – again. Blaise's eyes turned round before closing them, shaking his head. Draco's mouth turned into a nasty sneer. And Harry… Harry snorted.
"Pansy! What in Merlin's name is wrong with you?!" Draco barked, his cheeks red. "That's – that is private and none of your business!" Grey eyes landed on Blaise. "You!" Draco pointed at his dark-skinned friend. "Take her back! If she stays any longer she'll spill all my secrets."
Blaise winced and tugged the bottle of Firewhiskey away from Pansy – she was fighting for it while Draco was yelling.
"She did and she was sober," Blaise muttered under his breath. Shaking his head, Blaise stood up, dragging a very drunk Pansy with him. "We'll take our leave now. She'll have one heck of a hangover tomorrow morning. And it's a Monday. Pansy will be screaming bloody murder."
Harry stood up as well and went over to them. "Do you need help bringing her back to the Slytherin common room?"
"Nah, I'll be fine," Blaise answered. "Oh, before I forget…" With one arm around Pansy's waist, Blaise used his free hand to reach into his robe. Taking out two small boxes, he handed them over to Harry. "Draco's presents. I almost forgot to give it to the birthday boy there." Blaise nodded at Draco, who was still scowling at Pansy. "Didn't get a chance since we came in and just started drinking and eating," Blaise chuckled, "it was fun though. Thanks for inviting us, Harry."
"No need to thank me. You two are Draco's best friends; both of you are automatically invited, no questions asked," Harry replied, smiling warmly. He looked down at the tiny boxes in his palm. "Er… I don't mean to be rude, but are the presents really that… small?" Harry poked at them with his index finger.
Blaise let out a chuckle. "No, no… You have to enlarge them again. Had to fit them into my pocket somehow." He winked at Harry and then waved at everybody else. "Goodnight, people!"
Draco got up from his seat and sauntered over to his friends. With a firm slap on Blaise's shoulder, Draco tilted his head at Pansy.
"Give her a potion, Blaise," Draco said to his friend. "There should still be some in the bedside table by my bed… Things were untouched, right?"
"Oh… Yes. Nothing was moved during the time you were de-aged." Blaise nodded knowingly. "I'll give it to Pansy when we get back."
"Hehe… Night, Draco… 'Appy birthday…" Pansy's arm flapped at the other people in the room. "Buh bye."
Draco and Harry walked them to the door. With a small sigh, Draco threw his arm across Harry's shoulders and guided the shorter teen back inside.
.: Monday, June 5, 1998 :.
"Exactly what did I do last night?" Pansy asked, nudging Harry.
They were partnered up once again for potion brewing. Professor Snape was sitting at his desk at the moment, his head was down as he graded what seemed to be essays from a lower year class.
Harry let out a small chuckle and grabbed a jar of lacewing flies. He twisted the lid and took out four flies and flicked them into the boiling cauldron.
"You seriously do not remember?" Harry asked incredulously; his green eyes were shining with curiosity.
"Uh…" Pansy turned her head a bit and found Draco's eyes boring into her. She shuddered slightly and turned away. "Not… really. I think I remember some stuff. Like… saying Draco was old and… calling him Drakie." Pansy smoothed her hands over her grey knee length skirt. "Merlin, Draco hated that nickname. I was REALLY drunk."
"Ah, but I don't think those things made him –" Harry flicked his hand towards the back where Draco and Hermione were sitting, "– looking so pissed off at you."
"I said something worse than 'Drakie'?" Pansy rubbed her temples. "You know, I woke up all groggy this morning. I practically cried when I saw the Hangover potion."
"Draco told Blaise to give you one. Draco knew how you are with alcohol," Harry murmured; he threw in a piece of mandrake root. Harry flinched away from the cauldron when it started sizzling.
Pansy absentmindedly made the fire less intense. She had her elbows on the table and her head cradled in her hands.
"My mind's all fuzzy." She scowled at Harry. "Tell me now, Potter."
"Well…" Harry snorted. "I personally thought it was funny you asked that question. Draco, on the other hand, was furious. He snapped at Blaise and told him to take you away before you spill any more secrets."
Pansy hummed and stirred the bubbling potion. She could hear Draco and Granger bickering behind her. Why Professor Snape partnered them up was anybody's guess. They might be friendly privately, but during school hours, they fought to be the best in any class they had together.
They were probably arguing about how fast they should stir the potion.
"He already knows about me telling you of the bracelet debacle," Pansy muttered. "Draco guessed it himself."
"You really want to know, Pansy?" Harry asked, baiting the girl. "I'll tell you, but don't tell him that I did. He really thinks it's a private matter."
"Must be something serious…" Pansy murmured, but then a smirk appeared on her face. "Spill, Harry."
"You asked him who topped," Harry said, plain and simple.
"What?!" Pansy half-shrieked; she cleared her throat and smiled at Snape when he looked up sharply at her. Pansy let out a sigh of relief when the man just looked back down again. She turned to look at Draco again; the blond was still arguing – or talking. Pansy didn't care. When she looked back at Harry, the green-eyed teen was smirking.
"Yeah, no joke. You asked that."
"Oh – oh… He's going to murder me!" Pansy hissed. "Damn it, I'm never touching Firewhiskey again."
Harry watched as the girl fidgeted on her stool. Her hands were wringing together and Pansy was abusing her bottom lip. Harry snickered and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder.
"You want to know, right? I can tell just by your body language."
"Yeah, well… I'm curious, but I – It's really none of my… Oh, what the hell." Pansy pouted at Harry.
Harry rolled his eyes. "I have no problem saying that I bottomed."
"Hah – What!? Tell m –"
Harry slapped his hand over the excited girl's mouth and groaned. He glanced at his boyfriend; Draco had an eyebrow arched and Harry knew he was in trouble.
"Potter! What in the bloody blazes is going on?!" Snape barked from his desk.
"Pansy, calm down and shut it," Harry whispered. Pansy mumbled something from behind his hand and nodded. He took his hand off her mouth and Pansy took a deep breath.
"Oh, it was nothing, Professor," Pansy said sweetly. "I – Potter dropped some caterpillar heads on my lap that's all."
Slytherin, Harry thought amusedly.
"Ten points from Gryffindor," Snape drawled and went back to correcting essays.
"Thanks, Pansy," Harry ground out. "No more outbursts."
"You just made my day, Harry. I am one happy witch."
Harry clucked his tongue and tossed a few caterpillar heads into the cauldron.
A/N: I… I… finished – falls off my chair and stays on the ground –
Miscalculation on my part. So sorry about that. I said there were only two more chapters last time… but it seems – looks at outline – I have at least two more to go :O More to read. This chapter is just full of whatevers… lol. Pansy is a happy drunk :D
Next up: Graduation and an unexpected surprise (or maybe not unexpected…).
Harry: I think someone should call the ambulance… Luna's out cold.
Draco: She's fine. Look, she's snoring.
LunaParvulus is tired; it's 12:42 a.m. now Dx Sleep welcomes me…